I want to wake you up with my tongue, right before making you coffee. Black. I want you to choke me while you’re slowing down, that teasing smirk on your face waiting for me to beg for more. I like when you call me your own little slut or when you rip my clothes off. When you grab me by the hips while I’m making dinner, or when you push me on the bed with your eyes locked with mine. Every time we try something new, i get more and more excited for what might follow.
I already miss your body next to mine. I miss the way you smile when you’re really into it and just look at me for a second, as if I’m the best thing there is. Can we just be filthy a bit longer?